Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1022

"Sure thing," Anya replied sweetly.

By the time Anya finished her shower, Leo was still glued to his phone, browsing flight tickets. She wrapped her hair in a towel and cozied up next to Leo. "Chad, what's caught your eye?" she asked playfully. Leo extended his arm around Anya, pulling her closer. "Just checking out the flight times," he said.

"How about a morning flight? I love the meals on that airline; they're so good!" Anya beamed at Leo with an adorable smile.

Leo chuckled, hit purchase, and secured two tickets on the spot. With the transaction done, he set his phone aside and turned to take in his alluring girlfriend, feeling a sudden dryness in his throat as he swallowed hard. Anya felt her cheeks heat up under his gaze, her shyness making her even more endearing.

With just the two of them in the room, the air thick with romance, Leo's mind wandered to some mischievous thoughts. Without warning, he pulled Anya into his arms and kissed her deeply. He devoured her lips, breaking down her defenses, savoring her sweet aroma, and leaving a trace of himself behind. Her lips, now flushed, were the only testament to Leo's fervor as he tugged at Anya's nightgown, revealing her graceful shoulders. His kisses journeyed from her lips to her jawline, down her tender neck, across her elegant collarbone, and onto her soft shoulders...

Just then, a knock on the door shattered the moment.

They paused, catching their breath.

she

called out after a moment, his voice

calling for Anya. Anya, your aunt ordered takeout. Do you want anything?" Molly's

her blushing ears, "Do you want anything to

her head, and

"Anya? Why's

"She's in

and moved on, knocking

be great if we were by the

the idea but kept

from his kisses. Her lips, more alluring than ever, only added to her bashfulness. Leo looked at her fondly, helping her to her feet, "Go dry your hair, or you'll

check. He then stepped out onto the

to add to his gloom. The holiday preparations were lackluster, with everything relying on Naomi Mastin's organization and the butler's

times a day, "Really? None of you are coming home